The longer I live, the more convinced I become of how easy it is to allow irretrievable moments to slip away. I thought I learned this when Cynthia and I reared our four children. I'm finding it just as true now with our 10 grandchildren. Regardless of our demanding schedules and in spite of our many responsibilities, we need to treasure those precious moments our children offer. Let me get practical right up front and ask the question that's on your mind, “How do you do that?” I'm glad you asked.
To all husbands everywhere, I urge you to join me in this high and holy pursuit—to make loving your wife your aim so that coming home might always be your delight (and your wife's delight), never your dread. As that happens, we need never fear death; instead, loving our wives will help us start to live.
One of the toughest assignments in life is to communicate clearly what happened during a time when emotions were high.
Slice it any way you wish; ignorance is not bliss. Dress it in whatever garb you please; ignorance is not attractive. Neither is it the mark of humility nor the path to spirituality. It certainly is not the companion of wisdom.
Now, before you call me “Scrooge,” I suggest you return to the first century and meet a disciple of Christ who fit this category.
During this holiday season, let's pledge not to let ingratitude become our creed or cynicism our stumbling block.
Prophets like Isaiah were not rookies who carried out hit-or-miss pre-game chapel programs for a few teams in Judah. No, they were the real deal, sent and anointed by God to be trusted and revered.
They had prophetic momentum.
Some would say humour, like music, defies analysis. It is too complex, diverse, and personal. How do we decide if we have the freedom to be funny?
Don't sweat the small stuff—in fact, the big stuff isn't worth the sweat either.